Sprinkle My Thirst Poem by Antonio Liao

I may not an angel you design, who keeps
all your secrets and
shower your anger to calm; the water
maybe warm but the flesh
is cooled to pump

I may not your bucket
that hold your weight, when time your
mood swing to the highest level
of pain, the sling you touch would
full you down to lean on your
dream

I may not be the only bees in the
flowers nest, that comfort
your hate
and indifferent; who defiled the breaker
of madness that struck
your expression
of thoughtfulness, yes! here I am acted
as your little bites of
rapture that bits your fear
of nothing least than to lead your hope
of understanding

discomfort your fear
beneath the
edge of fulfillment and come settle down
the passion of lasting trust
as you mesmerize
the option of change to grow


'...a lasting poem dedicated to my beloved wife
ENRIQUITA TOMACLAS LIAO '